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High was the sun, when
 John went away . . .
Here they’ve been waiting
 All through the day;
Big Bears and Little Bears,
 White Kings and Black,
All of them waiting
 Till John comes back.

Lords of the Nursery
Looked down the hill,
Some saw the sheep-fold,
Some saw the mill;
Some saw the roofs
Of the little grey town . . .
And their shadows grew long
As the sun slipt down.